Farah Mazar-e Sharif entered throne room. She weared black robe and scarf. She had long sword on her back and two pistols at her waist. Farah saw Noctis is not free yet so she came to barman and asked him for sherbet. Barman looked suprised but fortunately he had enough supplies. She took straw and started sipping her cold drink.
"Much apreciated, but that is not needed.", Orley responded to the man, who offered him to guard his Nephthys as long as he is attending the festivity.
"Alright, Sir.", the man answered. "If you need anything...." "No, just make sure none moves the Liner abruptly as long as it is attached to the lock.", he interrupted him and smiled.
It took a few minutes to finally find the big hall. This Liner was obviously constructed by someone else than the few others, he had seen in the past.
Noctis seemed occupied with something, so he decided he should get a drink first.
Hmm, that woman over there, unknown to him but definately an eye candy.
"Miss, may I introduce myself ?", he nods and continues. "Julian Orley. Since he is still talking to those over there...", he points at Noctis, " I thought I just can't waste the chance to learn to know you."
"Miss Blake, it is a pleasure. I needed a drink and I thought it would be good to do that in company."
Orley raises his glass, they're clinking. "The Shadow Wing, tell me about it."
"I see...well, if you say so. Miss, the only thing you need to know now, is that I am an old man, looking for
some company.
And that would be, as long as Noctis is busy, preferably yours."
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